Nurse Betty
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Is baby feeling sick? Nurse Betty has just the thing for you dear. Come over here to the examination table and lay down on your tummy.
I always find a nice enema to get those bowels moving is just what the doctor ordered. I'll have you making a nice fresh poopy in your diaper in no time. And you'll be a good little baby and do everything Nurse Betty tells you to do.
I only take temperatures rectally so you have to squeeze those little butt cheeks together and hold that thermometer tight, Nurse Betty doesn't have time to have to keep starting over. It's also always important for you to get a regular physical, and babies change so quickly, so every time you come to visit my office we will have to check you over from top to bottom. And since I am the only nurse in the office, you know you'll get your physical every visit! And don't try telling mom or dad what we do all alone in my special room, cause they'll never believe you, your just the baby and then next time it will be an ice cold enema for you!
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January 30, 2026
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